Allison Lovejoy
Stories (4/0)
The Night Owl Returns
It was already dark when we finished carrying up the last boxes up the stairs. We set up a picnic on a makeshift table of two chairs and a tablecloth, popped a cork and toasted to the new home. Getting this place seemed miraculous for two artists, especially at the onset of the pandemic. We could finally have a place to compose and play music at all hours, paint, write, dance ..and have fabulous dinner parties with the Bohemian royalty when this is all over.
By Allison Lovejoy2 years ago in Fiction
A Message
I fling my body onto the small beach among the jagged rocks, coughing up the salty water. Like a molting seal, I flop onto my back and fall into deep sleep. When I wake hours later, it’s as if I’m again taking my first breath. Two pairs of dark eyes search my face and motionless shape for life.
By Allison Lovejoy3 years ago in 01
Escape from Doomsday
I fling myself onto the small beach amongst the jagged rocks, coughing up the salty water. Like a molting seal, I flop onto my back and fall into deep sleep. When I wake hours later, it’s as if I’m again taking my first breath. Two pairs of dark eyes search my face and motionless shape for life.
By Allison Lovejoy3 years ago in Fiction
City of Temples
Henri stands in Siem Reap airport while his wife is detained at customs. The shiny floors and lush plants contrast the heavy military presence. Finally, she pushes forward through the crowds, her passport stamped “Welcome to the Kingdom of Cambodia”.
By Allison Lovejoy3 years ago in Wander